In the quiet corners, dust gathers tales,
Each whispering silence of those who came before,
Shadows of laughter, tears, and untold stories,
A house holds more than just its wooden floor.

The creak of stairs, a song of yesteryears,
Each step a memory, a gentle embrace,
Walls that witnessed joy, and absorbed the fears,
A house remembers every loving face.

Windows that frame the world outside,
Through seasons of change, they stand still,
Watching dreams unfold, and sometimes hide,
A house breathes with a steady will.

Beneath the roof, under the moon’s soft light,
Secrets are kept in the heart of the night,
A sanctuary, a haven, a beacon bright,
A house is where souls find their flight.